Well, that's more than Stiles can say about himself. He didn't even turn into a creature, and his clothes are messed up, and he probably looks like he's been spending time hugging a dumpster.
Still, this place is as safe as any right now, so he stays crouched while he talks to her.
"Well, no offense, most of us don't go around picking fights with Batarians," he says, and then, to clairify, "Those dudes you just beat up. They don't really like humans."
He raises his hands, waving them a little. "Welcome to Omega, and all that jazz." It's a sarcasm-laden statement. "It's a station on an asteroid in space, full of aliens and criminals and oh, us."
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Still, this place is as safe as any right now, so he stays crouched while he talks to her.
"Well, no offense, most of us don't go around picking fights with Batarians," he says, and then, to clairify, "Those dudes you just beat up. They don't really like humans."
He raises his hands, waving them a little. "Welcome to Omega, and all that jazz." It's a sarcasm-laden statement. "It's a station on an asteroid in space, full of aliens and criminals and oh, us."